Autumn on campus is full of vitality. In the flower bed in front of the classroom, there are many small flowers that I can't name. They are very charming. Leaves vary in size, light green and light yellow, with several budding flowers and bones in the middle. I think they will come out in all kinds of beautiful colors in a few days. Others are blooming vividly, surrounded by feathery petals, forming a beautiful flower, which can be regarded as a nobleman in the flower against the green leaves. When class is over, there are often many students playing on the playground. Some of them are chasing, some are skipping rope, some are singing, and some are looking at flowers. Beautiful flowers are also blooming on her red face!
Autumn on campus is bumpy. The branches of fallen leaves stand quietly in the blue sky, as if longing for something. A gust of autumn wind blew and stirred up the floating dust on the playground. The weather is dry and cold, and I can feel the coolness of winter. Most of the green grass changed into gray suits and made plans for winter early.
This is my campus, colorful, vigorous and bumpy. I like my campus.
2.600-word composition, the theme is not limited to the night, but also quiet. I was lying in bed enjoying the beauty of the black angel, and the voice on the other side broke the silence-"Mom, I'm awake, please tell me a story, a gentle voice." "all right! I'll tell you a story about a little mouse. Once upon a time ... A mother's tired voice sounded ... "
Sometimes, I often wonder, what is maternal love? I remember a vague childhood, about 4-5 years old. I used to be a child who loved telling stories. I can't remember the story my mother told me, but I remember that I often wait for my mother to finish the story before going to bed. Day after day, year after year, I listened to my mother's stories greedily. My mother always produced stories like a story factory. ...
In fact, maternal love is reflected in every bit of life. In ordinary life, they selflessly dedicate their love to their children. A care when cold, a comfort when discouraged and an encouragement when confused are all engraved with maternal love.
Motherly love also has her color. Mother's hair records her color, telling everything from black to white. Mother's emotions also have colors, gentle colors and severe colors. ...
The opposite story went on, and Jay's new song came to my ears again. Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt, and want to grow up quickly to protect her. Beautiful white hair … washed in my mind over and over again …
The composition of about 3.500 words, the subject matter is not limited, and an unforgettable little thing should be written in the composition.
If life is always wonderful, it can be said that I am the beneficiary of life, because I have been inspired by life and changed myself.
I remember when I was in grade one, I had a math exam. I had to write the wrong number with the eraser, and suddenly I found that the eraser was gone. I looked everywhere and found the pencil case, schoolbag and drawer ... I turned it upside down, but I didn't even see the shadow of the eraser. "What can I do without an eraser?" I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a small blue eraser in the corridor. "Ah, saved!" I was about to reach for it when I thought, "My eraser is yellow, and this one is not mine." What should I do? "? ..... Ah, no matter, the exam is important, let's make do with it first! "Thought of here, I quickly picked up the eraser. ...
In the evening, when I was doing my homework, my mother suddenly found the little blue eraser. She asked, "Hao Hao, isn't this eraser yours?" So I told my mother everything that happened during the day. Hearing this, my mother seriously criticized me and said, "This eraser is not yours. You shouldn't take it back. You can't take other people's things, you know? " Not convinced, I retorted, "I didn't mean to take someone else's, I just picked it up on the ground." And I lost my own eraser, which is much bigger than this! " Before I finished, my mother took the pen in my hand and said earnestly, "Put your homework aside, and my mother will teach you a truth first: it is wrong to take something that doesn't belong to you, whether it is picked up or taken." You lost your eraser, so you can't make compensation with someone else's eraser. Moreover, you are anxious when you lose your eraser, and others are equally anxious when they lose their eraser. So this kind of thing should not be done, you know? " After listening to my mother's words, I nodded if I realized something. My mother told me, "Take the eraser to the teacher tomorrow and let the owner claim it." The next day, I gave my little eraser to my teacher and explained the reason to him. The teacher took the eraser and nodded to me with a smile.
Since then, this little thing has been deeply imprinted on my mind. It always reminds me and guides me to stop doing things I shouldn't do.
Yes, some small things in life have taught us a lot about being a man.
4. Write a 400-word composition, not limited to the spring breeze.
The spring breeze blew into my heart. -inscription
Spring has come too fast, and everywhere is green and full of vitality.
But I just found out a few days ago. Maybe I didn't observe things around me carefully.
All right! Those grasses have grown out of the ground, and some have grown tall and bent down.
Very cute. Look, how green and vibrant this land is!
Some unknown wild flowers are also in bloom, so small and exquisite, swaying in the spring breeze, how beautiful! But if you want to see peonies, roses and other flowers in full bloom, you must wait a while. Ha! Everything is so beautiful!
Just as I was intoxicated with the scenery in early spring, I saw a scene that was out of harmony with this beautiful scenery.
The classmates upstairs played a prank by tearing the paper into small pieces and scattering it from upstairs. Pieces of paper fell to the ground like snowflakes. After a while, the ground was white.
This is the ground that the students have just cleaned. This is too disrespectful to the fruits of other people's labor. When the wind blows, those pieces of paper dance with the wind. Are they protesting this classmate's boring behavior? If Xie Daowen were still here, she would not have written such a beautiful poem as "If the catkins were not blown by the wind". "Alas, this world ..." I can't help but sigh.
Just when I complained repeatedly, a classmate appeared in my sight. She bent down and squatted on the ground. Pick up the pieces of paper on the ground in your hand bit by bit. Those pieces of paper seem to be against her and still refuse to get up on the ground. Alas, it is difficult to do good, and it is difficult to do good, and I can't help but sigh. But she picked it up patiently, bit by bit. The wind was blowing, which messed up my thoughts and even those pieces of paper, but she brushed her hair carelessly.
Suddenly, my cheeks burned. Am I just a spectator? Didn't Confucius say that he would "meet Si Qi"? I hurried downstairs and joined her. We smiled at each other and happily picked up these small pieces.
The spring breeze blows, the willows bend and the grass nods. Seeing this situation, who said that the vegetation is ruthless?
This spring, the spring breeze smoked me ecstatic.
May the spring breeze blow into the hearts of more people!
Motherly love, March sunshine
Life is a long journey. I interpret life as a lonely wandering, and there are many stops on the way to my dream. But I don't want to stop and look forward to a magnificent and unparalleled one until I am exhausted. When I looked back, I suddenly realized that there was more than just lingering fragrance on the roadside. ...
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Maybe I've been in the sea for too long and it's a little swollen. When I returned to my home in Dai Yue, the word "tired" kept hanging on my face.
Turn on the light, and a steaming cup of milk tea on the table adds extra warmth to the small room. I'm not surprised, not at all. Milk tea will arrive on time at this time every day, rain or shine. Besides, I'm worried about another thing at this time.
Once upon a time, I could write with a pen like running water. But now, a short period of "maternal love" makes my thoughts stagnate, and a terrible blank is inexplicably created in my heart.
"Is mom not loving you enough?" "No, it isn't." "hasn't she done enough for you?" "No, it's not true." "Then why can't you express a mother's love? …… "
I keep asking myself, but my head always hurts and there is no answer. When I waved, I met milk tea, full of fragrance. As soon as I lifted my neck, milk tea was poured into my stomach, and a warm current immediately rose from bottom to top. I trembled and swept away all my troubles. Mom knows everything I need.
Gently, I heard the door open. As soon as I turned around, my mother came in with a quilt. The quilt is full of sunshine. It seems that in this space less than 10 square meter, another small sun has risen. My mother saw that I had an empty cup in my hand. She just looked at her and immediately smiled. This is an irresistible smile that only ripples on my mother's face. I nodded, gently "hmm", looked at my mother and turned to go out.
At the moment she went out, I suddenly had a flash of light: is this mom's love? But people say that maternal love is great, how can it be as ordinary as a cup of milk tea? I chased out of the room, trying to find the answer, but I stopped when I saw my mother. My mother asked, "Do you want another drink?" I smiled and finally understood that the greatness of maternal love lies in its ordinary, so the little sun rose in my heart, above my long journey. Because I know how to cherish, cherish flowers and plants, the deep love in ordinary milk tea. I also understand that all I can do to love my mother is to cherish it.
A closer look shows that the cup of thick milk tea is really warm. ...
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Hope to adopt! Maybe there are a few words! It's not easy to answer questions! thank you
5. The theme of the essay is not limited to whispers. Li of Class 1 (2) of Jianyang Experimental Middle School (Primary School) in Sichuan Province came to our home with an unexpected guest-Little Sparrow on Sunday. Because its wings were badly hurt, dad put it in a cage to recuperate. I walked gently to see it, and it was so scared that it jumped around in the cage and kept barking, as if to say, "Help! Help! " I'll be right back. It stopped barking. I have to feed it quietly. I got up the next day and saw that its wings were better, so I opened the cage and let it out. Because it belongs to nature, we shouldn't keep it in a cage. Mom said I did the right thing, and I smiled happily. (Instructor: Zhang Xiaoru) Please don't do this. Li, Class 1 (2), Experimental Middle School (Primary School), Jianyang City, Sichuan Province. On Sunday, Xiaoming made a net, and he was going to catch dragonflies. So he came to the park happily with his net on his back. Xiaoming looked around and finally found a dragonfly. It stops on the green grass. This is a beautiful dragonfly. It sticks out a pair of big eyes, as if looking for something it likes. Xiaoming walked quietly, and the dragonfly flew away just when he wanted the net. He has been surfing the internet, but he hasn't. Xiao Ming is very disappointed. At this moment, an aunt came up to Xiao Ming and said, "Xiao Ming, please don't do this. Dragonflies are beneficial insects. They can help us catch pests and are our friends. " Xiao Ming blushed and said, "Aunt, I was wrong. I must protect dragonflies in the future. " Xiaoming went home happily. (Instructor: Zhang Xiaoru)
6. The topic of the article is not limited. Does it mean that the form is not limited? Can you write poetry? The theme of the article is not limited, not to say that the form is not limited.
Genre and form have the same meaning. If the genre is not limited, the form of explanation is not limited. The theme of the article is not limited to just saying that the content of the article is not limited. Special reminder, if it is the senior high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination, don't write poems during the exam. Not many people get high marks in Chinese poetry every year.
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Poetry theme classification
Theme is the content of poetry, such as frontier poems, pastoral poems, travel poems, past poems, events poems, palace resentment poems, love poems and so on.
The following are some themes about ancient poetry:
Lyrics about scenery, lyrics about scenic spots and natural scenery. Because of their dissatisfaction with reality, some ancient poets often attached their feelings to mountains and rivers, and expressed their thoughts and feelings by describing the scenery of rivers and lakes and natural scenery. This kind of poetry often contains the feelings expressed by the scenery described later, which is what people often say. Its style is fresh and natural.
(2) Poetry is expressed by chanting things, in which the poet describes the shape, characteristics, charm and personality of chanting things, so as to entrust the poet's own feelings and express the poet's spirit, quality or ideal.
(3) I feel nostalgic about poetry, because one thing causes the poet's feelings, such as homesickness, homesickness and friends.
(4) Memorizing the past and chanting epic poems, taking historical allusions as the theme, or expressing their opinions, or satirizing the present through the past, or expressing vicissitudes of life.
⑤ Poems describing frontier battles, describing frontier scenery and the military life of frontier soldiers, or expressing optimism and heroism or homesickness, with tragic style and bold brushwork.
⑥ Poems about travel and traveling are also called "homesick poems". Mainly write the wandering, miserable and lonely state of mind of wanderers living in foreign countries, as well as the thoughts of their hometown and relatives. Poetry in the journey is usually written from the scenery around the traveler. What you see in your eyes and hear in your ears evokes feelings in your heart, which in turn leads to the poet's longing for his distant hometown and warm family.
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7. The composition is 800 words, and the subject matter is not limited to chasing for dreams.
-thoughts on reading Robinson Crusoe
"Don't give up your ideal to be a flower in the greenhouse, if so, you will lose the value of living." This is my deepest feeling after reading Robinson Crusoe.
Robinson was born in a very wealthy German businessman family. He likes adventure and is full of longing for the sea. However, his parents think that Robinson can hardly survive after wandering around the world, and they don't want their children to suffer. However, Robinson has great enthusiasm for the sea and ignores everything his parents say. He ran away from home and traveled around the world with his friends. Robinson began to grow up in the sea. ...
Once, he was washed to an uninhabited island because of the attack of huge waves. First of all, a person must have food to survive, so Robinson goes hunting with hounds every day and often catches many sheep. However, Robinson has no place to live, so he is not sure where to build a sheepfold. So Robinson began to find a place on a desert island. Things are eventful and Robinson find a suitable place to live. Robinson found that the chaff in the corner had more than a dozen ears, which made him very inspired. So he tried to farm. After millions of experiments, he became an expert in agriculture. In this way, he solved the most basic problem of survival. Once, he was kind enough to see a savage robbing his companion to eat, so he went forward to save a savage and named him "Friday", which relieved his inner loneliness in the company of day and night. Every day, he expects a ship to pass through a desert island and take him back to his hometown, but he has been waiting for 27 years. That day, he finally found a ship, but unexpectedly, it was a pirate ship. After some wits, he rescued the captain, who took him away from the desert island and returned to his hometown.
"People live for their own hopes." This sentence is good! If a person has no ideal, or gives up the pursuit of ideal for a comfortable life, then this life is too worthless. In the process of pursuing your ideal, you may encounter all kinds of difficulties, so you should face them bravely and never bow to them. It is in the process of overcoming difficulties that people can develop themselves, strengthen themselves and have stronger viability.
If Robinson has no ideal, he is just a rich dude, he has no rich life experience, he has no tenacious vitality and will not become a hero in my eyes.
If we just want to be a flower in a greenhouse, it will be blown down when it encounters wind and rain. We should have our own ideals and pursue them bravely, so as to make ourselves stronger.
8. Four compositions, the first three questions are not limited, and the specific requirements follow. The next day, I was really happy. Everyone has experienced it, but the reasons for happiness are different.
I have had many happy experiences, and I am still picking reed leaves happily. My mother bought some glutinous rice from the market that day to make zongzi, but glutinous rice without reed leaves can't make zongzi. So my mother carried the basket and I followed. Mother came to the river, put down the basket and began to pick it up. Soon my mother picked a lot.
I picked it up, too At this time, I found that there was a long "tail" behind all the reed leaves I picked, but there was no one behind the reed leaves picked by my mother. I want to know, why do you choose different things in the same way? I asked my mother, but she didn't tell me, just let me see how she chose.
I observed it for a while and found nothing special, so I asked my mother again. My mother told me that picking reed leaves should be skillful, not too hard, and pulled down quickly. I suddenly realized that I also learned to pick it up. Hey, it's amazing, just like my mother said.
I am so happy, because I learned to extract leaves, and because I understand from this matter that many things need skill. We should be good at finding skills in things, and more importantly, we should make good use of skills. Happy Spring Festival. Tomorrow is the Spring Festival. I am very happy. I think I can eat delicious food, delicious snacks and get a lot of lucky money. The more I think about it, the happier I am. I was so excited that I stayed up all night. My mind is full of food, snacks, lucky money, beautiful new clothes and lovely toys ... On the morning of the Spring Festival, I was the first to jump out of bed, full of energy. Then I happily went to call my parents. When my father saw me get up so early, he didn't want to fall behind. He rolled over from the bed and stood up. Mother and sister also got up one after another. After washing their faces and brushing their teeth, all they can think about is having fun! At the thought of eating, I got excited and suggested to my parents to do this and that. My mother is the chef in my family, so it's up to her referee to decide what to do. My mother said, "I haven't eaten jiaozi for a long time, so pack some jiaozi."
We all agree very much. After deciding what to do, we assigned the work. Dad cooks meat stuffing, mom mixes noodles, and my sister and I boil water.
We all work very hard. In less than half an hour, the meat stuffing is ready, jiaozi is ready, and the water is about to boil. My mother skillfully wrapped jiaozi, and my sister and I also learned to wrap. I finally packed three, and I'm exhausted. It's really hard to learn! Mom said, "I was born to do this." How can you learn well without suffering and studying hard? " I was a little ashamed to hear that, so I learned my lesson, raised the sail again and wrapped it carefully, which was faster.
This made me understand a truth: you should study hard. What makes life wonderful? Because there are bright stars, the night is wonderful. Bare mountains are wonderful because of green Woods; Desolate desert is wonderful because of showers, and brown trees are wonderful because of green leaves; So what makes life wonderful? Recalling the past, some people say; Life is wonderful because of inexhaustible money; It is also said that life is wonderful because of supreme power; Others say that life is due to ... in life, there are always unsatisfactory things, and satisfactory things only account for a little.
However, it is such a happy thing that will make you happy and maybe make you feel that life is very beautiful. Is life wonderful because of the right things? I asked myself.
It is best to draw a conclusion-no, life is not wonderful because of smoothness, so what is the wonderful life for? I've been thinking. When I was at school, whenever I saw other students taking pocket money to buy snacks in the canteen, I felt itchy and envious, but I had no money to buy them because my parents rarely gave me pocket money.
At this time, I am eager to find a large sum of money. Sure enough, one day not long after, I found 100 yuan on a small road.
I don't know how happy I am. I am too happy to describe in words.
In the next few days, I ran to the canteen every day and ate almost everything in my mouth in every class. However, I didn't realize that my life was wonderful. Chapter three: I have love to say on the road of growing up. I am really a lucky guy. Although I was born in an ordinary family, I still love it very much.
Especially my mother, for me, it is afraid of falling into my hand and melting in my mouth. Even if there are thousands of words, it is endless. When I was a child, I was confused and often misunderstood my parents' love.
At this time, I also went to junior high school and deeply felt the bitterness of being a mother: I have to get up at 6: 30 every morning and rush to school. My mother always prepares breakfast when I get up so that I can enjoy a big breakfast. According to my mother, I am growing up and should be supplemented with nutrition; Then I hurried to work, leaving early and returning late every day, and my fatigue was on my face. Look, mother's smooth face is gradually covered with vicissitudes of life.
One morning, after I got up, why didn't I see breakfast and was bored? In order to know the truth, I curiously opened the door of my mother's room.
Strangely, my "lazy" father actually got up early and finished washing, while my "diligent" mother stayed in bed. Dad looked at me with a puzzled look and explained, "Get dressed quickly and take your mother to the hospital after taking you to school!" " At this time, I understood and asked anxiously, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" Mother said flatly, "nothing, just a little pain in my stomach." Just go to the hospital a few times. "
Go to school with dad. It's not good to be late. I didn't make breakfast today, so I went back to school to eat. I was wronged all morning! "Say that finish, dad hurriedly took me away.
My eyes were blindfolded, and my mother was still thinking about me at this time, but she didn't even care about her own body ... All that day, I was in the mood to attend classes, and my mind was full of my mother. Finally, after school, I walked quickly to the school gate, eager to go home soon.
"Hui, what about this!" A familiar cry quickly drew my sight closer. "Mom, how can it be you? If you don't rest at home, why come here again? " "It's okay, you know I can pick you up after school!" Although, mom